Category Archives: Environment

3,800 Square Feet, No Furnace — It’s The Toastiest Home In Town

When you or I buy a house, we think about things like location, driveway, number of bathrooms and if the kitchen needs updating.

Doug Mcdonald considers solar orientation, air tightness, thermal bridging and ventilation.

Which is why he and his family live in a Westport home that is constantly 73 degrees, with spectacular air quality — but no air conditioner, furnace o4 central heating system. The Mcdonalds pay nothing for gas, oil or propane.

Oh, yeah: 20% of the heat is generated by the house’s appliances — and occupants.

In 2010 Doug — whose profession is real estate — was looking for land to build on. Google Maps shows available real estate — who knew? — so he drove around Westport, and found property on Roseville Road.

The house Doug Mcdonald bought -- formerly owned by Oscar Levant.

It was the 1930s home of Oscar Levant, the pianist, composer, author, comedian and actor. Designed by architect Barry Byrne — a disciple of Frank Lloyd Wright — it was solid concrete.

It had also been vacant — and listed — for 3 years.

The simplified shape appealed to Doug. Walking through, he realized he had to remove only 2 walls to achieve a modern floor plan.

It was a perfect place to put into practice all the ideas he’d learned from the Passivhaus Institute. The German-based organization has developed rigorous standards for constructing “hyper-green” structures.

The Levant house faced south. It sat high on a hill. The concrete construction meant high “thermal mass” (material that absorbs heat from a heat source, then releases it slowly).

Doug created an “air balloon” inside. He made sure nothing on the building touched from the outside to the inside — including the windows. (A chimney, by contrast, is a classic thermal bridge. It touches the earth in the basement, runs through a house, then touches the sky. Doug blocked the chimney, using what he calls “nuclear grade” insulation: recycled glass infused with air.) The interior “absorbs” everything from the outside.

Panels on the roof drop heat energy into a solar tank in the basement. That provides all the hot water the Mcdonalds need — plus radiant floor heating.

“I use the sun like a reptile on a rock,” he says. “Right now, the house is sucking it up. Later tonight it will ooze through the building.”

Fresh oxygen is pushed through the house at all times. An energy recovery ventilator — Doug calls it a “magic box” — ensures that fresh air coming into the house exchanges its temperature and humidity with the air that’s leaving. Ceiling vent heads in every room ensure a constant 73 degree, 45% relative humidity environment.

Doug Mcdonald in his living room. Note that the windows do not touch the inside of his home.

The house is “incredibly cost effective,” Doug says. His electric bill is about $120 a month. At 4,000 square feet, it uses 90 percent less energy than a typical home.

Just as importantly, “our quality of life is incredible. Once you sleep in a passive house, you never want to go back. You wake up with the best sleep ever, because the air is incredibly oxygenated.”

Yet there aren’t too many passive houses around here. Or anywhere in the US, for that matter.

Right now, Doug says, there are 3 main advocates of passive housing: “very wealthy Europeans, Habitat for Humanity, and the military.”

The what?

“The less diesel fuel needed to air condition and heat troops, the better,” Doug explains.

Doug Mcdonald's home, after retrofitting into a passive house.

But the stock of concrete houses available to convert to passive housing is minuscule, right?

“I could build a center-staircase Colonial to Passive House Institute standards,” he says. In fact, he’d like to.

“A passive house doesn’t have to look like a UFO,” Doug notes. “It can look like anything. There’s no big trick to this. It’s really simple — just done to an extreme level.”

However, he admits, “this is not a do-it-yourself project. You have to understand construction, and have zero tolerance for any mistakes. This is like building an F2 race car — not a go-kart.”

Earlier this month, the Connecticut Neighbor to Neighbor Energy Challenge and Westport’s Green Task Force sponsored 4 tours of the Mcdonalds’ home. Dozens of interested residents trooped through the house. They marveled at the “magic box,” admired the “air balloon,” and breathed the high-quality air.

And despite the constant opening and closing of doors, the temperature inside remained a very comfortable 73 degrees.

5 MPH On the Merritt

Beyond killer trees and killer deer, the land abutting the Merritt Parkway is largely unused.

You can’t park there, picnic there, and you really shouldn’t pee there.

Soon — well, “soon” in government terms — that might change.

Some trees on the south side of the Merritt Parkway would have to be cleared for a biking and jogging path.

The state Department of Transportation is soliciting input on a bike and jogging path. Stretching 37 miles — from Greenwich to Stratford — it could even accommodate horses.

The trail — south of the parkway — would utilize the woods in between the road and adjacent properties.

The idea is still in the planning stages. (Nor is it new. Regional planners have envisioned something like it for years.)

But it has, um, merit. With the construction of the new Y at Mahackeno, a “greenway” could be a substantial add-on (and traffic reliever) to that project.

It could tie that part of town in with areas east and west in ways we can’t even envision, because when we’re in our cars we don’t see where the land can lead. There would be many access points between Exits 41 and 42 — and in each direction beyond.

And while a few trees would have to be sacrificed, that’s a few less trees to fall on unsuspecting motorists.

It’s a bit early to wiggle into your spandex. Public meetings must be held. Then come engineering studies, designs, funding requests, a lawsuit or 5…

So don’t expect to amble alongside the parkway this summer. Or next. Maybe in your grandchild’s lifetime.

But a journey (or jog) of a thousand miles begins with a single step. If you’re interested in that journey, check out these workshops:

  • Wednesday, March 22 (Stamford Government Center, 5:30 p.m.)
  • Monday, March 26 (Greenwich Town Hall, 6 p.m.)
  • Tuesday, April 3 (New Canaan Outback Teen Center, 6 p.m.)
  • Tuesday, April 10 (Fairfield Osborn Hill School, 6 p.m.).

This is what a jogging and biking path might look like, according to the website ConstructionEquipmentGuide.com.

Happy Anniversary To Me!

Three years ago today — March 6, 2009 — “06880″ was born.

The first post described what this blog would be:  open-ended conversations with a Westport angle, no matter how tenuous.  I invited comments, feedback, tips — anything.

No one responded.

Things picked up soon — my 2nd post, on a Staples PTA “Risky Behaviors” panel, drew 5 comments.  “06880″ was off to the races.

Time flies when you’re having fun.  Exactly 3 years later, my blog and I celebrate our 3rd anniversary.

Thinking of a gift?  That’s sweet.  The traditional 3rd-year gift is leather. (Ahem.)

I’d prefer money.

Donate as much as you'd like to "06880"

For the past 3 years, “06880″ has published over 1,900 posts — nearly 2 a day.  Some have been international in scope — the ones on porn star Marilyn Chambers, “Paranormal Activity” star Micah Sloat and supermodel twins and “Amazing Race” stars Derek and Drew Riker still draw viewers, years later.

Others are intensely local:  the departure and return of Mike Aitkenhead to Wakeman Town Farm. Drivers who leave the Robeks parking lot by going directly over the curb onto the Post Road.  Tributes to remarkable people like Esta BurroughsRich Rollins and Manny Margolis.

When snow -- and trees -- fell in October, "06880" was there.

I cover all our crazy weather: windstorms, hurricanes, a freak October snowstorm. When the power goes out — yeah, it happens — “06880″ keeps publishing. With photos, updates on what’s open (the library and Y, usually), and we’ll-all-get-through-this-together tales.

I’ve given shout-outs to Westport kids — international science fair winners, an 8-year-old future hotel owner, even a beloved kids’ librarian.

I’ve looked back at the history of the Mill Pond, chronicled the changes on Church Street, and peered into the Twilight Zone of Westport’s own Rod Serling.

"06880" has gone Down Under for stories -- well, to the Down Under kayak shop in Saugatuck, anyway.

I’ve covered the ABC House, the Tea Party, the environment, education, restaurants,  artists, oystermen, fires, the movement for a new movie theater, the movement of the Y, the demise of downtown and the rise of Saugatuck.

I’ve provided a forum for wide-open discussions of anything and everything — on-topic, a bit tangential, and way, waaaaay off.

And it’s all been free.  A public service, if you will.

Of course, even servants like to eat.  So in honor of my anniversary, I’m making an NPR-style plea.  If you like what you read, please consider supporting “06880.”

Am I worth $1 a month?  $1 a week?  Perhaps (my choice!) $1 a day.

You can turn the page -- or you can help this man eat for a day.

If you think “06880″ deserves 10 cents a day, that’s only $36.60 (2012 is a leap year :) ).  If you think it’s worth more — and you can afford more — well, who am I to argue?

Unlike Channel 13, you won’t get a Peter, Paul and Mary DVD.  Or a tote bag.  Donations are not even tax-deductible.

What you will get is the chance to help me recover a bit of the cost of registering domains, keeping “06880″ ad-free, and spending 2 hours every day interviewing, researching, writing, responding to comments (public and private), taking and sizing and framing photos, and scouring the web for appropriate (and occasionally inappropriate)  graphics.

Thanks for 3 great years.  I’ll keep doing what I’m doing, whether anyone sends an anniversary gift or not.

But it would be nice.

You can donate by PayPal: click here, then go to “Send Money” and enter this email address:  dwoog@optonline.net.  You don’t even need a PayPal account!

Or checks may be mailed to:  Dan Woog, 301 Post Road East, Westport, CT 06880.  Put “06880″ on the memo line.  It won’t do anything for the IRS, but it may help you remember at tax time why you sent me something.

Transfer Station Blues

An alert “06880″ reader — who wishes to remain anonymous, as will soon be clear — sent along these thoughts, after a trip to the transfer station:

So off I go to the dump with my garbage and recycles.

Today a new sign (I’ve been out of town] greets me: “NO PLASTIC BAGS.”

But all my recycles are securely bound in white plastic bags. Everything has been washed out pretty good, though there is still a bit of liquid in the bags. I guess I should rip them open (they never untie) and dump them into the pods, right?

Then take the plastic bags and put them in the green garbage can. Try not to get anything on my clothes. You know how those plastic bags like to cling to other plastics. Gotta do a shake and shake and shake. Very, very messy.

Look, they even have steps for me.

But alas, the steps lead to a closed door. I’ll go to another one.

Damn, same thing.

Oh well, I’ll keep going. Whoops, these steps are so far away I’ll have to take each item out and throw them in piece by piece.

These steps are a bit far...

Finally, steps that lead to a nearby open door. I can shake here for 15 minutes.

I wonder if all the trash collectors have to rip open every plastic bags they collect before they dump them. OMG, what a task. No way.

A non-environmental thought crosses my mind: Throw everything into the garbage pit like we did in the good old days.

Warming Homes And Hearts

The weather outside may not be frightful.

Of course, that could change any second. And when it does, some Westporters will spend plenty of money heating their homes.

Others — not so much.

One difference is energy efficiency — including hard-to-manage and often-overlooked areas like insulation.

Help is at hand. In fact, it has been for a couple of years.

Since March of 2010, over 300 Westporters have taken the “Home Energy Challenge.” That puts us Number One — ahead of 13 other towns — in a contest for the most “Home Energy Solutions” visits and upgrades.

The goal is for 1,000 residents to decrease their energy consumption by 20% by July 2013. It’s a worthy aim — with benefits for your own home, and the environment at large.

Need another incentive to “join the Challenge” — besides the fact that for just $75, you’ll reap hundreds of dollars in savings?

Well, for every home energy upgrade commitment made by the end of February, a blanket will be donated to a family or child in need.

That should warm your heart (and home) too.

(To learn more, and sign up for a Home Energy Solutions visit, click here or call 203-200-0626. Tell ‘em Dan Woog sent you.)

About Those Trees…

Wednesday’s “06880″ was all about trees:  how they’re taking over Fairfield County, how they’re a hazard, what we can do about them.

Yikes.

Just 48 hours later, we’ve got 48-mile-an-hour winds (give or take a few gusts).

And this is the scene on the Merritt Parkway, south of Exit 41:

(Photo/Adam Stolpen)

Merritt is, of course, known for killer trees.

Hopefully this one took only a car. Not a life.

Scott Smith Thinks That He Shall Never See…

 The other day, alert “06880″ reader Scott Smith saw a CTMirror report on Westport’s favorite topic: big houses bad drivers power outages.

The story noted that a panel studying the state’s readiness for future major storms recommended selective burying of electric wires, new utility performances standards (with penalties) — and “dramatically enhanced tree-trimming.”

Well!

As Scott says: “If you thought deer were sacred cows in Westport, just wait till the town or CL&P tries to take down someone’s favorite old tree in the name of public safety.”

Scott says a lot more, too. Here are his thoughts on trees, wind, snow, and What It All Means To Westport:

The birch tree that caught Scott Smith's attention.

Walking my dog recently on the marsh side of Sherwood Island, I came across a stately old white birch that is the biggest I’ve seen. Great shape, full canopy, marbled white trunk as thick as an old oak. Set just off by itself from a grove of other birches, it was encircled by brush, through which rose a tangle of vines that threatened to strangle it.

On my next walk, I tucked a pair of long-handled pruning shears under my coat and brought them with me to the glade. While the dog stood by with a tennis ball in his mouth and a puzzled look on his face, I worked my way around the old tree to nick the strands of wild grape and oriental bittersweet (the nasty invasive vine with bright orange roots) that vied to take it down.

I don’t know if that makes me a vandal of state property, but it sure brands me as a tree hugger.

I’m no arborist, but I have my favorites: trophy trees around town that I marvel at through the seasons. I could easily point out a dozen, even in my own neighborhood, that I consider landmarks, if not old friends, that always catch my eye.

Westport and its surrounds are studded with trees that individually, and all together, are truly one of the great things about living in these parts. It would be cool to see a townwide census of the best specimen trees of all types, to honor them, protect them, appreciate them while they last.

But no doubt about it: We have, ahem, a growing problem with trees.

A Westport scene less than 3 months ago -- right before Halloween.

As CTMirror stated, a key step in better preparedness, a statewide panel recommended, involves recognizing that past vegetation management efforts were insufficient. Fallen trees and limbs were responsible for the bulk of the outages in 2 recent storms, including 90 percent of those during Irene.

CL&P proposed last month that it increase its tree-trimming budget by 10 percent compared with its annual average over the prior decade.

According to CTMirror, the state panel did not recommend a specific increase, but called for a statewide tree risk assessment study. This would be followed by a 5-year collaborative effort among utilities, towns and the state to implement an enhanced tree-trimming program.

CTMirror says the panel also recommended that Connecticut establish a statewide Hazardous Tree Removal Fund. It would provide matching grants to residents, who would help pay to remove trees on private property that pose a risk to electric wires.

I wonder how the Town of Westport will respond to this report. I know we have a tree warden, but I’m pretty sure that’s a puny, patronage-type position. (The warden came by my house a few years ago because I was worried a rotted old maple on town-owned property alongside my driveway might fall on my car; he said he couldn’t do anything unless a tree was an “imminent danger.” The tree fell in the next nor’easter, missing my car but landing on my house.)

An unfortunately familiar scene in the windstorm of 2010.

What Westport needs is not a tree warden but a tree czar. My neighbors on the private street down the way from my house squabble endlessly about who pays for tree maintenance – homeowners or the street association? With every passing storm another towering oak falls across their road and the power lines, taking out our entire neighborhood for a week.

In a way, I don’t blame them – who knows when a time-bomb of a tree will drop? Homeowners’ insurance is sketchy at best, and I know a lot of my neighbors – the retirees, especially – don’t have the $2,000 or $5,000 lying around needed to cut down a big old tree proactively.

I like the idea of a state tree removal fund, but we need someone local with authority, someone who can see the proverbial tree from the forest and act before it’s too late. I imagine the lines of jurisdiction and responsibility and red tape – not to mention hard-core NIMBYism — will be a lot harder to cut through than the vines that swarmed around my pet birch at Sherwood.

Too bad there’s not much need for wooden masts or stout roof beams, or capacity to make homegrown furniture these days. I bet as a resource, the new old-growth forests lording over our houses, streets and power lines are every bit as valuable as the virgin stands harvested by the first settlers 3 centuries ago.

Our tree trouble isn’t going away anytime soon; it will surely get a lot worse, as our forest canopy ages and the nor’easters and hurricanes strengthen. This is the calm before the next storm.

More than any other natural disaster, trees are our earthquakes, our forest fires, our floods. I don’t want to depend on the state, the feds or, god forbid, CL&P.

So what’s our plan?

They're called "killer trees" for a reason. This scene is from the windstorm of March, 2010.

Meanwhile, Back At The Farm…

The holiday open house is over. The Aitkenheads are back home.

But Wakeman Town Farm is hardly settling down for a long winter’s nap.

There’s plenty going on at the sustainability center on Cross Highway.

For example, registration has just opened for the “Farm Apprentice” program. Middle schoolers learn all about organic farming and gardening through hands-on instruction — from seed to harvest.

Spring session activities include garden planning, seed starting and planting, garden preparation and maintenance, and composting.  Students also help care for chickens, rabbits and bees. (Enrollment is very limited — for more information click here, call 203-557-9195, or email wakemantownfarm@gmail.com)

Orders are still being taken for the winter Community Supported Agriculture program. Run through Winter Sun Farms, the CSA works with small local farms to distribute to distribute delicious frozen and preserved vegetables and fruit.

Members pay in advance for “winter shares.” Pickup is the 2nd Thursday of every month (1-7 p.m.), now through April. (For more information or to join, click here.)

Also in the works: a new WTF website. And a membership program, offering advance sign-up privileges for programs and events, plus discounts.

Finally, this news: Carrie Aitkenhead has ordered 7 gorgeous baby chicks — all different breeds. They’ll arrive in April.

There is indeed plenty new under the Wakeman Town Farm sun. Even if, in winter, it’s up for only a few hours a day.

O (Old) Christmas Tree

Sure, Christmas was nice — but it’s already a fading memory. The gifts have all been opened, returned, broken or forgotten. The bills will soon come due.

And then there’s that big, beautiful tree, still hung with tinsel and ornaments. Pretty soon, it too will have to go.

But where?

As usual, the Boy Scouts ride to the rescue.

This Saturday (January 7), Boy Scout Troop 39 will pick up your tree. In keeping with the Scout’s focus on the environment, it will be chipped into mulch and used by the Town of Westport.

To register for this much-needed service, click here.  The tree should be placed by your mailbox by 6:30 Saturday morning.

Tape an envelope with a check (“Boy Scout Troop 39″ ) to your front door. Cash is fine too — hey, Scouts are trustworthy, right?

The suggested donation is $15 per tree, though I’m sure the Scouts would not refuse higher amounts.

After all, the money helps fund Troop 39’s activities, including food drives, community service projects and high adventure backpacking trips.

The Boy Scouts are well known for helping little old ladies across streets.  In Westport, we thank them for helping little old ladies — and strapping young men — dispose of big old Christmas trees.

American Gothic Meets Wakeman Town Farm

Miggs Burroughs is the go-to guy for logos, posters, flyers.  Any time a local organization needs clever publicity, Miggs is the man.

And he seldom charges for his talents.

For the Wakeman Town Farm’s holiday open house next Sunday (December 11, 11 a.m.-1 p.m., $5) — and a “welcome home” to stewards Mike and Carrie Aitkenhead — he drew inspiration from a famous farm painting: Grant Wood’s “American Gothic.”

As the poster notes, the open house features refreshments, wreath-decorating, games, and a tour of the farmhouse.

What Miggs left out of the poster is that the Town Farm’s new logo will be unveiled there. Mugs, t-shirts and hats with the new logo will be available for holiday gift giving.

And who designed the soon-to-be-seen WTF logo?

Miggs Burroughs, of course.